I'm not sure how to say this, but I feel as if I just woke up out of a coma. I guess that's how to say it. When you've been complaining about one little malady after another, and suddenly everything is good and right again, it's as if the clouds had parted and your own private sunbeam was shining on you.
Okay, maybe that's not how to say it. But I have hardly anything to complain about today, for a change. A big change, isn't it?
Not long after I wrote last night's lament, there was a sizzling, crackling sound inside my head, and suddenly I could hear again. Out of both ears. If I ever witness a miracle, I think the feeling will be similar to what I felt when I realized that after two days of sheer misery, I was going to be all right. Better anyway. All right is a little too glass-half-full for me, based on recent experience. (But I channeled Red Buttons in Pete's Dragon: "I hear!")
My finger is better, too, and in fact I haven't had a bandage on it all day. There's still a loose flap of skin at the tip of it, but it's more an inconvenience than anything else now.
Besides all that good news, I got a lot of work done today. In fact, I got more done than I realistically expected to this weekend. And I vacuumed the entire formerly-white carpet. And I made it out to Target this afternoon and got something I've been wanting to get, and I'll tell you about it if I can get Tammy and David to stop by some time this week. They're not getting married until Saturday, so I'm sure they have a lot of time on their hands.
Or maybe I'll deliver it myself, in my own copious free time. Somehow I'll make contact, and then I can tell you.
Anyway, I had a good day and it almost makes me think I can get through this week without any major trauma. Tomorrow being Monday, I'll just leave a little hedge room. But no matter how the week starts out, the end of it will be memorable.